Women look delicious. I do
not say blasphemous
words, do I? Well not
before noon and supper
feeding. Suppers.

I don’t feed on good
people.

Well… if they are not going
to make it anyway. I know
that in United Kingdom there
is a blonde- do NOT let her
bombshell near you. She
eats fruit, so she tastes
like… a trap… hahah hah!

I read the small blood book and memorized it until it becomes my skin painfully breathing FOR me in times and I am wretched. I am of the night in the “I in I” of ME

I drink crimson rain until I am a pain to no one. I take any food, drug, livestock broke in my hand from the store and even sweet drops of another’s blood so sweet ringin’ strange with iodine taste assembling my umbillical connection.

I do not put real sanguine to my lips. Gross. But I am gross anatomy, babes. And so are you. Woo hoo. Its nothing you have not heard before.

I suffered today. But I bit my tongue. Figuratively. I had a terrible morning. But I hope you have a wonderful life if it just pleases you to know that I think Christianity is broke. But Christ was not christian. He was He-in. Like “He”. Oh forget it. You are all going to the big deep guzzler of hell. Kidding. Define ‘hell’.

Define, define
Detail, detail
True it up

Do you think I am kidding?
Does a writer have the ability to love you? What if he or she helps you save your own life, kiddos? Then YOU did it.

Women look delicious. I do
not say blasphemous
words, do I? Well not
before noon and supper
feeding. Suppers.

I don’t feed on good
people.

Well… if they are not going
to make it anyway. I know
that in United Kingdom there
is a blonde- do NOT let her
bombshell near you. She
eats fruit, so she tastes
like… a trap… hahah hah!

I read the small blood book and memorized it until it becomes my skin painfully breathing FOR me in times and I am wretched. I am of the night in the “I in I” of ME

I drink crimson rain until I am a pain to no one. I take any food, drug, livestock broke in my hand from the store and even sweet drops of another’s blood so sweet ringin’ strange with iodine taste assembling my umbillical connection.

I do not put real sanguine to my lips. Gross. But I am gross anatomy, babes. And so are you. Woo hoo. Its nothing you have not heard before.

I suffered today. But I bit my tongue. Figuratively. I had a terrible morning. But I hope you have a wonderful life if it just pleases you to know that I think Christianity is broke. But Christ was not christian. He was He-in. Like “He”. Oh forget it. You are all going to the big deep guzzler of hell.

Do you think I am kidding?
Does a writer have the ability to love you? What if he or she helps you save your own life, kiddos? Then YOU did it. As for eternity, if you want to know about it… stick around forever.

WARNING- this article contains war journalist photos out of Pakistan that have NOT been cleared. I run a risk of being an enemy to the state of Pakistan for publishing them here.

I will space this out some in case some of you are too horrified by what I show you.

A group can have a name.
It can be Taliban. It can be terrorist. Or Nazi. People who use violence and MAIM. They are sick:

Groups
Individuals
Spies
Governments
Fanatics

They have a SERIOUS ILLNESS. Just as one must amputate a GOOD ARM because of a BAD SHOULDER INFECTION… so has Pakistan’s beautiful, beautiful adult men and women and children had to
Say

“Goodbye”

And we wish it is peaceful and sweet.

I must show you hell, people.
Why? Because concealment is a type of lie.

In my mind I want to wash away fear… na na na na… like magic…

My brother…

Anger is not your face. Your thoughts for others were spun in the mind basket that is unraveled on a picnic couch that is your gurney

Red, yellow, blue plaid

This man had Asian descent.
Do you see an Asian muslim?
I do.

I am a man and I say I see lips a woman wife would kiss, but- he is beyond tomorrow.

A body is sandcastle coming undone. No hug is felt. It proves we love when we agonize our love one cannot feel. We don’t need their velvet skin hush cold unfeeling.

We need them warm.
Very simple.

I did see these persons today while conversing with my bro, Shak, in real time. There are 1000s of like-pictures of REAL people. Citizens near Afghanistan where USA troops WERE ALL LAST DECADE!! This is NOT being reported EN MASSE except right HERE on my unworthy small BLOG.

My grandfather, me being “Andy”, hi there, not to be a morose SOUL… my grandfather died young.

You can see INDIA in this man’s handsome eyelids.
Its OKAY to look, to stare.
He really WAS alive this year.
Our planet!
Do not feel bad.
You cannot hurt anyone to look at him.
You CAN hurt him more by looking AWAY! Yes- because WHO now will LOVE his loved ones but YOU??
You on the internet? Mostly NOT!

But if anyone wants to make a life for a boy named Shayan who has a rare disease that is NOT communicable, please let me know.
My friend Shakeel does not know that I am asking but he has said it would be better for his son in America.
I have the disease and I am disabled.

This is called FUBAR.

Its also called FATHERS LOVE

SHAKEEL:

Me to you
In front of the WORLD
I DO not give a hack what
They think
I say YOU are The Best Father
In The World of the
Sunni Year “1435”

Although photos that are (obviously not photoshopped due to grating and specific heat burns from home made suicide type bombs)
they are not an
“in-person” view…

I DID receive the photos by choice to comiserate the experience with an RN bro of mine who works… AND lives… in Jamrud Bazar, a group cluster of shops in Khyber Agency.

I show you these men. Three. I want to let you know that these bodies belonged to men… all men HERE… who were husbands and fathers to children who had to say goodbye to them and feel the hurt of being disconnected.

Also, these men were killed violently. See that they ARE handsome, worthy of love, even as these are photos- you could probably see your own friend or family like this.

We are all made of stars and earth. When the stars call us home- you are assured that the form remaining is no longer inhabited. Some of what I call “small stars” of angel grace hold a human likeness to the cadaver which is truely not evil, but a GIFT to I.D. the body, person. Understand that.

You are seeing in all this post something so very horrendous that I want you to pray first or breathe before you step away and decide if this experience is for you or if you want to make a difference.

I tried to give this family a shot at the IV medicine I take but the CIA put a kabash on that. A kabash is like a schwarma only a kabash sucks. If YOU… YES, YOU… Would like to confirm this story, write me at

Harrison
10554 se Main
Suite 308
Milwaukie, OR 97222
Ans 503 943 0465

Please do not terrorize ME and give my address to the CIA in Langley, VA. The government is not thrilled that handicapped citizens try to help people who are neighbors to Taliban bombers in war zones. Every phone call is tricky for Shak- Shakeel has been harassed and threatened with death and kidnapping.

I would like to announce this is:

Projekt: Dinner Out
(Get Shayan & Family out
Of the war-corner of Pakistan)

I am thinking aggregate
direct
real

Let us make an offramp for just one family.

America USED Dr. Afridi.
Now pay back Pakistan, America… save the whole family of a man with the SAME NAME, but an RN not an MD. haha. Its simple.
And it would make QUITE a
story, NBC!

It is NOT a secret.
I want my friend Shakeel’s family paid for… with money contributions that you all know how to MAKE tax deductable.

To have a rare disease in war hell is to much.

Write to me like you mean it. I will give you young Shayan Afridi’s address and you can help his family out.

Special honorable mention to my brother Zahid. “Watch Shakeel, my brother, as he watches all of his lion cubs. Bless your cubs too.”

Pakistan Zindabad!!
(Long Live)

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This is a picture of God, broken. You can see this picture was a mover. A person. A living sculpture…